Revival • TW [1]

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Rose was about to walk out of Derek's place when someone coughed from behind her.

"Rose," Derek stated looking at her.

"Yes, Derek?" She raised her eyebrows.

"You look good in leather." Derek complimented.

Rose smirked, "Thanks. I'm pretty sure it's a Hale thing."

"I just wanted to say... be careful. I don't know what's going to happen tonight, and I especially don't want anything to happen to you."

"I'm always careful, Derek."

"We both know that's not true." Derek shook his head in disagreement, "Sometimes you like to act irrationally, and with the full moon coming I don't need you doing anything impulsively."

"I'm not going to kill anyone if that's what you think," Rose shot back crossing her arms against her chest.

"I know that." Derek replied quickly and defensively. "Just don't let your anger blind you."

Rose nodded and then turned to the door. She then sighed and turned back around, "You too, Derek."

And with that she exited and walked toward the blue jeep that was parked out front.

"Hey," Rose greeted the boys as she hopped into the backseat.

The entire drive there, Stiles remained completely silent. Rose knew that he was nervous, he had a lot of weight on his shoulders but he couldn't be nervous going into this. He needed to be confident.

Luckily the silent ride there was about as short as Rose's temper.

"You okay?" Scott asked, noticing Stiles' silence as well.

"Yeah, why?" Stiles answered putting the car in park.

"You just didn't say anything the whole way here."

"No I'm fine."

Scott and Rose looked at each other in disbelief and then back to Stiles, not convinced by his words.

"Let's grab the other bag," Stiles said.

"We can't. Remember Deaton said that you have to do it, Stiles." Rose reminded him, "Alone."

"Okay, this plan is really starting to suck." Stiles sighed.

"No," Scott then mumbled looking off into the distance, completely distracting by something else, "Not here, not now." He then ran off leaving Stiles and Rose by themselves and both confused.

"Stiles, don't be nervous." Rose told him, she then kissed his cheek lightly, "You can do this."

Stiles stared at her with his jaw hanging and eyes the size of saucers.

She then winked at him before walking into the club.

"Good luck!" She waved her hand back at him and then opened the doors to the club.

The music was so loud she could feel the bass in her chest. This definitely wasn't Rose's scene but she had no choice.

She spotted Allison, who gave Rose a small smile. Rose smiled back and then saw Matt standing next to her. Her smile faded as she furrowed her brows at Allison, and Allison just shrugged not really having an explanation for Rose's confusion.

Nonetheless, Rose kept walking around the club, keeping an eye out for Jackson. She had managed to squeeze herself through the crowd of people to find a seat at the bar.